Category: Out & About

In the Tate Britain, the Alfred Wallises, the Barbara Hepworths, the Winnifred and Ben Nicholsons remind me that I am not so far from home. Although London is home now, too. It crept in, at some stage. Though I plan to put down roots in neither here nor Cornwall. I think I know my way… Continue reading London Wistful

Since it’s taken me so long to get round to posting my Exmoor pictures, I thought I’d do another Eden Project and talk about stuff that may or may not be related at the same time. I doubt it’ll be my best writing. But here goes. So yeah, I went on holiday to Exmoor, which… Continue reading August

Why do we do this – or employ someone to do it? Why do we wash their faces and dress them in familiar clothes? We do it for the sake of the living. Even if we have no religious belief, we still believe what has been human should be treated as human still; witness the… Continue reading Living

If life has a base that it stands on, if it is a bowl that one fills and fills and fills – then my bowl without a doubt is upon this memory. It is of lying half asleep, half awake, in the bed in the nursery at St Ives. It is of hearing the waves… Continue reading Holiday

This is after the heatwave came. I went to take pictures of Victoria Park, for my spring homage, in recognition of the previous springs I’ve been here, and what they meant to me. (I will try, as hard as I can, not to sneer at myself for my grandiosity. You hear that, insecurity? I can… Continue reading Unfamiliar Obstacles

Posting late, in celebration of Twelfth Night. These are not my best pictures, largely because I was too busy enjoying the walk and trying to keep up with my family to worry about whether they were blurry or not. But I’m telling myself that it gives the images an ethereal quality, as if they were… Continue reading Christmas Eve Full Moon

Everything was so bright, But I knew it was all going to die. I decided to capture the moment, But I stopped halfway through. I don’t know why. I got distracted. My heart aches. Was it really only last Sunday, that I walked here and was so happy? Or the week before, when I walked… Continue reading November

'I don't know how more people haven't got mental health problems, thinking is one of the hardest things I've come across, and when I can't articulate what I want to say it drives me crazy. Sometimes, when I'm at a really noisy train station, one of the ones with the big fat trains like King's Cross, I feel like putting down my bags and shouting things out, because I've Got Something To Say.' - Kate Nash, Don't You Want to Share the Guilt?